There are days and places where not much happens; when there is no difference between day and night. However, there are also those when you experience way beyond measure. When two unidentified Cambodians drive away with your mobile phone, wallet and passport. When it turns out that the nearest Polish Embassy is in the neighbouring country, and the local diplomatic missions can only send you back home.

When, after all, you decide to continue the journey, you have to reapply for already paid visas, at the same time trying to explain to the Department of Immigration that you really do not have money to pay extra for their ‘concern’. These are days when it turns out that it takes 45 days to get a new passport, and your visa expires in 29. When at each border you are individually questioned, arousing the interest of all when showing a sheet of A4 paper instead of a proper document. Sometimes such things happen. Nevertheless, you get up, fix your crown with a middle finger and go further. Vietnam is waiting.